We look forward to meeting with you to finalize our plans.
Sincerely,
Jason Walkraft
There it was done, last letter finished and soon she could head home. She only had one item left to deal with and for that it would be best if she had no company. After placing the correspondence in mail bin she quietly walked through the deserted offices. Sure enough every office was dark and there were no other sounds other than the low rustle of the A/C cooling the building.
As she returned to her desk she took the notepad that she had been keeping her tally of typos on and looked it over.
Only five today, not too bad but….
She hesitantly open her lower drawer and removed the small journal from the behind the folders. She opened it to the marker and set it on her desk. Five typos on official documents 5, she thought back over the day and added, Treated Linda from Marketing in a rude manner without cause 5, Did not haveJason’s coffee ready when he arrived. She looked at the last and placed a 3 next to it after a moment’s consideration. She then began adding up the numbers and gave a sob as she saw the final tally, 64. With trembling hands she placed the journal in the middle of her desk and took out the MP3 player and her ear buds and placed it on top of the book as she tidied her desk. Taking the player and the book she turned out her light and headed down the hall towards the elevator.
Tonight she did not press the button to take her to the ground floor but instead she carefully pressed the button marked B2. As the elevator descended she went over in her mind the events that had brought her to this point. She had always been a good student through school but that was more due to her father keeping her focused on her studies. Her teachers referred to her as bright but easily distracted and her father had told her he was not going to allow her to fail. His loving but stern guidance had seenn her through high school. Fate had smiled on her at the business school There she had roomed with Lysell who understand what she needed and applied it with a firm merciless hand. After all that she had graduated with top honors and in short order had landed her dream job, Executive Assistant to Jason Walkraft, the founder and CEO of Walkraft Automation. She had started well enough but before long she found herself making mistakes that would have embarrassed her instructors and only long hours of proofreading had prevented her sloppy work from coming to the attention of Mr. Walkraft. She decided that only the tried and true methods of discipline would keep her on track but she had yet to meet anyone who she trusted enough or who cared enough for her to do the job for her. She knew from trial and a lot of errors that she did not have the ability to strike herself with the necessary force to achieve the proper effect. She had feared she would eventually fail but a chance discovery whileTouring the plant with Jason had provided her with a solution.
With a ding the doors of the elevator slide open and she found herself peering into the dark hall of the sub-basement. With effort she forced herself to step out of the car and waited while the doors slide shut behind her. As usual the basement was deserted at this time of the day, the maintenance staff having long since headed home to enjoy the weekend. With a slow stride she walked to the end of the hall and stopped at a door that said simply STORAGE. She stood and gazed at the sign for a moment then with slow delegation she removed the key she had made and unlocked the door. On the far side of the space was a small room that had once been used as an office when this space had been used for something else long ago. As she approached it she could see the old oak desk and the equipment she had moved next to it several months ago, for all the world looking like its placement had simply been a matter of convenience rathe than careful decoration.
The paperwork she had found on the machine had identified it as part of a conveyor system that had been designed to move parts a precise increment along an assembly line. It had been returned to the plant for warranty repairs but had been mothballed when it was decided that a less expensive model would be used to replace it rather than fix it. From the work request the only problem with it was the fact it would no longer accept signals from the controller unit even though it could still be cycled manually. With a little work she had rigged an activater switch that she could place it on the desk and a carefully written request to one of the engineers produced the final piece she needed for her solution. Placing her book and player on the desk she opened the bottom drawer of the desk and took out a 2′ long web stick with a metal fitting on the end. She carefully placed the fitting over the shaft of the unit and then plugged the unit into a neary socket. Standing out of the way she pressed the heavy button on the desk and with a loud swish the strap was sent quickly through a full rotation. Her hands trembled with the thought of what came next.
Removing her jacket and hanging it carefully on a hook by the door she emptied her pockets and picking up the player she clipped it to the collar of her blouse and placed the earbud into her ears. With tears in her eyes she pressed the play button.
“Sarah, you know why you are here. Once again it is time to assess your performance for the week and apply the motivation you know you need to keep your performance at a level that will allow you to continue to succeed and live to your full potential. This should not be necessary but your stubborn lazy attitude makes this inevitable.” Sarah heard her own voice lecturing her just as her father and Lysell had done so many times. She needed the ritual of this as much as the actual discipline itself. She feared this but she knew that on the other end she would feel the rightness and reassurance that she was safe from her own failures. The only thing she missed with a deep ache was someone to hold her afterwards to bring her back and let her know she was loved and cared for.
“Assume your position Sarah,” With a sight she positioned herself at the edge of the desk in the center of the flight path of the straw. “We will begin with twenty strokes over Your skirt, as always you will count them out loud. Begin!” With a sob she reached forward a depressed the large button.
Whish, Crack!
Ahhh, One I am sorry!
Push
Crack!
Two, I am sorry!!
Each time she pushed the button the machine cycled bringing the strap around with a vicious stroke that made her gasp and jump despite her knowledge of its coming. By the fifth stroke she was sobbing and tears were pouring down her face. By ten her ass was so on fire that the strokes made her scream and it took her a moment to reset herself for the nextstroke.
Push
Crack!!!
“Twenty, I am so very, very, sorry. I am a very bad girl and deserve this punishment.
After she caught her breath she pressed the button on her player beginning the next track. Even though she knew the words by heart she sobbed as she heard,” It is time to address your individual failures this week. These next strokes are to be applied to your pantied bottom so you will now remove your skirt and fold it neighborly on the end of the desk and resume your position.” As directed she stood and slowly removed her skirt revealing a pair of black panties framed by her garter belt and stockings. As she set it aside she heard her voice commanding her to lay the journal out on the desk in front of her and to open it to the week’s entries. “Read the first entry and the required strokes”
“Monday, 3 typos on official reports, caught and corrected before submission. 3 strokes assessed” she read in a trembling voice.
“Apply indicated strokes acknowledging aloud your error. Un-pause this track when you are finished.”
With trembling hands she pressed the button again.
Crack!
One, I will be more attentive in my transcriptions. *Sob*
Crack!
Two, I will be more careful in my typing. *whimper*
Crack!
*scream* Three, I will pay attention to my work!!
As she was catching her breath she pushed the button to continue the track.
“Cross out that offence and proceed to the next item.”
With relieve she crossed out the entry placing it in the past atoned for and forgotten. It had been a good week to start and as such her next item was dated Tuesday. In keeping with her ritual each new day required adding a riser to raise her and her ass higher for the strap. She then looked down to the journal and read, “Misplaced minutes of last board meeting delaying the meeting 5 minutes.” She gulped, “fifteen strokes.”
By the time she finished out Thursday she reached the point in the trackshe dreaded. “You have performed poorly by any standard and have proved an embarrassment to both your father’s efforts and those of Lycell. As a mark of your shame you shall be punished like a little girl, remove your panties and take the rest of your punishment on your bare ass. Do it quickly or you will receive additional punishment on top of those stokes you have already earned.” With a quick motion she stripped down her panties and returned to her position before the voice told her that time was up. As she leaned forward the bare flesh of her shaken pussy pressed against the cold smooth surface of the metal desk reinforcing her awareness of her nakedness. She reached forward to continue.
Push
CRACK!
“One, I will keep proper and neighbor records so that they will be ready at all times.” Her legs thrashed and it took a few moments to get back into position and continue.
Push
It took her almost twenty minutes to apply the final 13 strokes she had earned that day and all the time she screamed out her repentance for her bad performance and behavior. After the last stroke she lay panting and sobbing uncontrollably for close to 5 minutes. Then she advanced the track and took her place in the corner to listen to her lesson of shame and disappointment as she stood on display for anyone to see, not that anyone was still in the building at this hour. She stood her hands behind her head, bare from the Waist down aside from her garter and hose. Her ass throbbed and she knew she would still be able to feel this on Monday let alone this weekend. As she stood there the fire in her ass began to creep forward and she began to become aware that she had become very wet. She hung her head in shame that her lust should introduce on this time of penance. Granted she always found great pleasure in her body after a punishment was done and over but she was not supposed to come to that point until after the ritual was over. What a slut she was she thought, little more than a bitch in heat with no sense of timing or decorum. The thought made her angry and ashamed. She strode back over to the desk and drawing herself over the edge yelled, “Acting like a slut while being distributed!!! Five Strokes!!!”
She slammed her hand down on the button and the strike against her ravaged flesh caused her to lose her balance and fall landing on the button. The unthinkable happened, instead of cycling one rotation the machine began to rotate nonstop showing her body with several strokes a second. No matter how she moved she could not seem to escape the rapid rain of blows striding her body as she understood one way then another. Her screams came out as an endless wail pausing only do draw further breath into her body to continue.
All of a sudden the pain went away and she felt herself being guided to the floor. As her vision cleared and she came back to herself she realized she had been rescued. Someone knew her secret now, someone who could make herlife a living hell if she could not convince them to help her keep it. She looked up and her despair became complete, her rescuer was Jason Walkraft, her boss.
She began to stammer out something about leaving quietly and cleaning out her desk but Jason put his finger to her lips and shushed her.
“I am sure there is a very interesting explanation for all of this and I would love to hear it from the Beginning. I have been aware that my assistant worked long hours, especially on Fridays but this is beyond any explanation I could come up with. Why don’t we discuss this up in my office? By the way we are the only two people in the building so I think you will not need these, you can get them after we talk.” With a smooth motion he scooped up her panties, skirt and jacket and left the room. As he left he said, “if you are prompt in getting to my office I might be persuaded to provide a cushion for you to sit on while we speak.”
Pausing only long enough to knock her machineover onto the floor Sarah gathered herself up and trotted after him hoping that he was not lying about the cushions.
Part 2
As she took stock of the room she noticed two things. First The strap had been removed from the motor and secondly her log book was missing. The former did not worry her es she could assume Jason had removed it when he disabled the device. But the missing book scared her, not Only did it have a record of all her infection for the last several months she had used it to record many of her thoughts on her punishment and failures. It was literally an unvarnished window into her soul. Thoughts of the promised cushion brought her back to herself and she quickly hurried across the storeroom and down the hall.
When she reached the elevator she pressed the button and awaited her ride back to the upper floor and the office where Jason awaited her. As she waited she thought about Jason’s words, he had not talked about firing her, He seemed to ac全新克口官网址口官网. Could she trust him? Well it was too late for that thought wasn’t it now, he had seen what she was doing so how much more shameful could it get?
Where was that elevator? She tried pressing the button again to no result; she could not hear the sound of the elevator let alone see any change in the numbers above the door. It was still sitting at the top floor.
She jumped as she heard a tapping noise come from the intercom speakers, “Sarah, I am waiting very patiently for you and the elevator seems to be offline right now so you may want to rethink your route up here if you are still interested in that cushion.” With a loud click his voice cut off.
Rethink my route? But the only other way up to the office level was…..
With a sinking feeling she gazed at the stairwell door, the stairwell that had such a scenario view all the way from the ground floor up to the office level. A scenic view that worked both ways.
With a furious blush she opened the door and began the long climb up the 5 floors to her office. As she came of to the ground floor her eyes scanned the parking lot. The only car she could see was her own beat up Escort sitting near the center of the first row. She briefly considered making a run for it but then she realized that not only would it accomplish nothing Other than to forfeit her the position she had worked so hard to secure but she would have to make the run not only from here to her car with her most private portions bare but she would have to repeat the performance when she arrived at her apartment and climbing 4 floors in an occupied building seemed more threatening than 3 more floors here where she knew there was only one other person who could see her and he had already seen that hadn’t he?
As she climbed the stairs she was very aware of the fact that she was visible to the highway travelers but she hope the quarter mile distance and the fact they were busy going to and from would minimize the number of spectators to her shame. As she reached the final landing she remembered that the access door on this level required an ID card that she knew was in her skirt, otherwise a person had to push the intercom and ask to be buzzed through.
“Son of a….,” she began then cut it off remembering that the same intercom could very well be open and anything she said would be heard. She pressed the paging button and said, “please sir may I be allowed into the office level?” She could feel tears coming to her eyes as she waited for a reply. She was standing facing the door so if anyone was looking the bright red welts across her ass would very very visible. After what seemed an eternity and she could feel sobs welling up from deep inside her the door buzzed and she hurried through.
The only office lit was on the far end of the floor, an office she was very familiar with since it resideddirectly behind her own. With a deep breath she drew herself up and strode forward to face the music.
As she entered he was sitting in his desk her skirt and panties nearby folded on the couch and her tally book in his hand as he read. She shyly advanced to his desk as he continued reading and stood with her hands covering her bare mound. She stood there for an eternity then with a nod and a scar Jason shut the book and placed it on his desk as he gave her a long lingering look. With a slow motion he glanced down at his watch and gave her a look. “Seven minutes and twenty seven minutes to travel 5 floors and 150 feet.” He continued to look at her sternly causing her to worry that the promised cushion was a forgone conclusion and she began to pray that he would keep her on her feet as he pronounced judgement rather than making her sit on the hard chair with her brutalized bottom. She began to shift her weight from one foot to the other as she stood under his gaze. After anothertimeless interval he gave her a slight smile and rose producing a small throw cushion and placing it on the chair gesturing her to sit. “All in all not too bad for someone with no pants to cross such a distance when see had to know that the night watchmen were due any moment.” He watched as the realization of the truth of his words made her blush in shame.
As she sat gingerly he settled down on the edge of his desk and watched her. Once she had become as comfortable as she was able he resumed talking.
“I have never been any less than pleased with your efforts as my assistance. I have found your transcription to be accurate, your correspondence to be precise and professional, and your appearance to be nothing less than a perfect reflection of this company’s best face.” He added with a wry grin, “present appearance being an exception.”
He tapped the book behind him on his desk, “Then I find this. Is this the standard you set for yourself and the extremes you are willingto go to maintain them?”
With a silent nod she acknowledged the fact. He pursued his lips and pondered that with a deep sight. “I honestly am not sure what to do about this as yet. I haven’t ever had anyone in your position who has impressed me to the extent you have these past few months and wanted you to know that. Your dedication and discipline are something I want to recognize and reward yet I do not want to see you hurt yourself in the process. You are much too talented and intelligent to allow you to endanger yourself like this.”
After a moment he reached for a page sitting on his desk and handed it toe her. “Do you know what this is?” She looked down at it and saw the blueprint she had given the engineers to build her addition to the device she had made. She saw that the name of William Shaw in the designer’s entry had a question mark written next to it. She looked up slowly dreading his next question.
“I had a talk with Bill a little earlier today and he has no recollection of submitting this prototype to be built. In fact after looking at it he wish he had thought up the breakaway locking mechanism and could take credit for it as it solves a problem we have had on and off for the last year or so. So I had to ask myself who did design this?” he then picked up her strap mechanism. “And lo, where do I find this new design? It is part of a system my favorite assistant is using to discipline herself.” He turned the unit over in his hand examining it from various angles. He nodded and placed it on his desk turning his full attention to her. “Do you have anything to say my dear?”
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